He would drink
He would beat her
My mother, she would smile
She had nothing else to do
But smile
And I would rage inside
And shake
And dream of fighting him
Inadequacy stays with you
Even now I get scared
And know that if back then
I’d punched him
I’d be a better man for it
I remember her smile
She smiled
He drank
She bled
I raged
Silently
And I would ask her
Each night
‘Why do you buy him drink?’
And she’d smile
And say;
‘It’s better to keep him happy’
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Comments
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Ouch!!!
This is powerful even before the final line. I felt this piece like a foul blow beneath the belt. Thanks so much fpr sharing this.
Donald
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